#lee bones and all

[chalametluvrz]

dating timothee chalamet

timothee x afab!reader (mainly gn! expect on nsfw bits)

towards the start of the relationship, i think he'd be pretty anxious

he'd often find himself messing around with his hands a lot on dates

or stumbling over his words a little too much with a small giggle

if you've ever seen old interviews of him when he was younger. you know the ones where he gets all shy and giggly? that's exactly how i envision him to be with you

after some time, that's slowly replaced with his hyperactive ass

and let me tell you, boy never shuts the fuck up that's not a bad thing

because of his schedule, he rarely gets to see you in person

so whenever he does, he just has so much to tell you and so much to talk about that he just ends up coming out with a cluster-fuck of words

he always tries to facetime you at least a couple times a week

and let me tell you, the call will always start with him saying 'oh, i missed your pretty face' or 'seeing you has made my day'

boy is madly in love

and even though he hasn't said it yet, it's fairly obvious he's not hiding anything

he's the kind of person to want to keep your relationship on the down low

because if you're also famous, he wouldn't want to cause any issues or drama through tabloids

and if you aren't, he'd feel awful dragging you into the world of hollywood

eventually though, as most celeb relationships do, you got found out

someone caught you out on your 6 months anniversary

and that was it; twitter was going mental

timothee soon figured out that he probably had to say something

but honestly, he was kind of relieved he didn't have to hide you anymore

the morning you two woke up and saw yourselves going viral on twitter, there was a bit of a mad scramble between the two of you

before eventually, timothee chilled out

'but now i don't need to hide we're together, anymore. i can let the world know you're mine.' he'd say to your confusion at his relaxed state

cute but also now all of timmy's fans are stalking your instagram

cooking meals together!!!

i have a feeling timothee's love languages are more tailored towards physical touch and acts of service tell me im wrong

so cooking together is such a beautiful thing for him

as much as timothee loves taking you out, i think he'd much prefer to cook a fancy pasta dish together with wine over that any day

he also strikes me as a cosy movie date guy

but honestly, it more than likely turns into something else

don't fight me on his, he's a horny guy

like bro would get a hard-on just snuggling with you

when you first started dating, he'd get all shy about it

he'd apologise frantically and his face would be redder than ever

after dating for some time, he'd be less phased

unless you showed and expressed discomfort with it of course

after the shock of you dating slowly weaved out of the fans

timothee would definitely start posting you on his instagram

he just needed the world to know how obsessed he is with you

arguments are rare

extremely rare

they usually only happen when timothee is stressed

feelings get heated and you end up making some snippy comments at each other before one of you gets up and leaves the room

after you've both had time to cool down, you're both mature enough to talk it out and apologise for whatever each of you or one of you has done

communication is a big thing for timmy, so i think arguments are heavily avoided because he encourages you to come to him about anything

any concerns, rants and problems you have, he wants to know

he's a flirter, let me tell you that thankfully not with others

always dazzling you with compliments

you're in the crowd at a press tour? he's staring, smirking and winking at you the whole time

you're supporting him whilst he's on set? the man can't take his eyes off you and is coming to hold you the second the shot is taken

you're on facetime? every odd sentence is him saying some suggestive comment or simply how stunning you are

the man cannot get enough of you

going back to the horny thing...

he has a high sex drive

there's absolutely no doubt about it

he is a giver!!! the man aims to please!!!

could eat you out for days

i've already made a headcanon about him eating you out so i will be brief BUT!!!

he's messy!!! the wetter the better!!!

will overstimulate you with hid tongue any day

and then make sure you cum on his cock as well

you know what they say about tall, skinny boys? wink wink

i'd say he's a good 7 inches, 7 1/2 at a push

he knows how to please you, and he's eager to learn what makes you tick

even though he's mainly a dom, i can see him being a sub at times

only on rare assurances though

being his date to things like the met gala, oscars etc

after being open about your relationship, he couldn't wait to take you everywhere and anywhere with him

loves it when you wear his clothes

but i feel like all boys do?

especially when he's away, opening up a facetime call to see you sat there in one of his t-shirts. he actually thinks his heart might implode.

this boy will actually love you with his whole heart

the cutest, softest and proudest boyfriend around fr

[persephonesdreams21]

NSFW Alphabet with Lee

A/N: I had to write something for him. This is the character that threw me into my Timmy obsession. Ugh Lee, my tragic handsome baby. I need everyone to write more fics for him kay thanks! Also side note- I try to keep my readers a little ambiguous so that everyone can feel included- but Lee and a chubby! Reader just make sense to me.

Warnings: Not safe for work. Smutty. Talks of Switchy/Bottom Lee. Lee x AFAB!Reader.

After Care(what they're like after sex)

Lee is surprisingly gentle after sex. He’ll grab the towel from the hamper in the corner and clean both of you up with it. You were super embarrassed about it the first time he did it but like. It’s something he enjoys doing, a part of his inner routine. He wants you to open your legs and let him wipe you down. Then a lot of the time he wants you to play with his hair. Needy thing.

“Spread em” Lee drawls as he comes back from the bathroom with a wet rag. You’re still loose limbed and fuzzy brained and it takes a minute for you to realize what he’s saying “Seriously, I’ll clean you up”

“You don't have to, it’s fine” Your messy cum wet thighs clamp shut.

He approaches you slowly, like you’re a skittish animal that might bolt. You’re two seconds away from burying yourself under your thick duvet and hiding from him. Lee sits by your feet and reaches for you. His rough fingers run along your smooth calf.

“But I wanna. If you’ll let me”

Body Part(their fave body part of theirs, and of their partners)

Lee’s too skinny, his words not yours. All ribcage and gangly limbs. If he’d have to pick a favorite, he’d say his hands. They’re capable; he’s got long tattooed fingers and calloused palms from hard manual labor. He can build just about anything with them. He can take care of you with them.

Lee loves your thighs and what's between them. They’re so wide, so plush. You complain about cellulite and ingrown hairs and he’s just like? What? They’re perfect. Let me use them as earmuffs. He wants to be cradled by them forever. Loves your belly too any thing he can dig his fingers into.

Cum(anything to do with it)

Lee is into watching both his cum and your own drip out of your puffy pussy after an intense bout of fucking.

It’s almost routine now, like praying before bed. Like watching the sun rise with your morning cup of coffee warming your hands before work.

The sex with Lee is always good. Always surprising. There’s nothing this man won’t do to you, or let you do to him. It’s an adventure with your best friend, one that ends in you both writhing in pleasure.

With him filling you up.

You and Lee hadn’t been together for long, your six month anniversary’s just on the horizon, but if you know anything about this man. It’s that once he got the green light, he doesn’t finish anywhere but inside of you.

And then. Then he wants to see the damage. He wants to peel your thighs apart and stare right at your puffy, swollen cunt. Ah, his poor baby’s pretty pussy. He’s gentle as his bony fingers probe the tender lips. Spreads them-

There’s your hole. The one he’d just pulled out of, all tiny again now that it’s not stretched around his girth.

He watches hypnotized as milky fluid, both his cum and yours, leaks from inside of you. So much that your body just can’t hold it, no matter how hard you try.

You have your routines. Your prayers. He has his. His religion is right here. In between your legs.

Dirty Secret(self explanatory)

Lee loves anal play. On both you and him. This boy wants to be pegged!

“Have you ever done that?” He asks as he sucks on the end of the joint he’d rolled for the two of you. There’s no judgment in his voice, just curiosity.

The topic is anal. And if you’ve ever had it.

“Yeah” you bite in your bottom lip. “It kinda sucked if I’m being real”

You’d had an ex who’d shoved his prick up your ass and made you cry. He hadn’t even taken the time to properly relax or lube you up. It had kind of traumatized you to be honest. You tell Lee all about it, because you tell Lee about everything these days. There’s no secrets between the two of you.

He frowns, thick brows furrowing “nah, it’s not supposed to be like that. That fucker didn’t treat you right, it’s supposed to feel good”

You shrug “If you say so”

“I do. I love the way it feels whenever anyone does it to me” Lee says it so casually, but keeps an eye on you, gauging your reaction.

“Really?”

“Really” it’s factual, punctuated with a little nod “I’d let you try it. If you want. We can like- do me first and then I could show you how anals actually supposed to feel”

Your pulse picks up with excitement. You can feel it in your pussy, and you know the way you squeeze your thighs together to get any kind of friction isn’t discreet.

Lee pretends not to see but his smile is hungry.

“Okay, yes. I want to try”

Experience(how experienced are they? Do they know what they're doing?)

Um. He’s so experienced. With both men and women. Lee’s done alot in his young age. Had to, to survive a lot of the time.

When he realized you didn’t judge him for his past, that's when he really started to feel the emotional attachment form.

“You’re not a bad person for what you’ve done, Lee. Everyone’s done shit they’re not super proud of…it doesn’t take away from who you actually wanna be”

Favorite Position(this goes without saying)

He doesn't really care. But he’s partial to you riding him. He loves feeling pinned underneath you and watching you bounce on top of him.

Goofy(are they more serious in the moment? Are they goofy?

Lee’s a fucking goofball. He’s making you giggle. He’s choking on laughter as you choke on his cock. He can be serious, for sure. But a lot of the time the two of you are very playful with one and other.

Hair(how well groomed they are)

Lee never really cared before you, but he gives himself a courtesy trim now. Still a pretty thick dark bush. You kind of love it. You also do not play about personal hygiene- showers Lee. You’ve got to take them. You know there was a point in his life when he didn’t have access to them. Had to bathe in rivers and McDonald’s bathrooms- but that’s not the case anymore.

He tried to pretend he doesn’t like your expensive skin creams you share with him but you’ve got him hooked.

Intimacy(how they are during the moment? The romantic aspect)

Lee has had a lot of sex with a lot of people, but it’s never felt like this. He's addicted to you. He wants to be close to you, inside of you, like 24/7. He really cant believe he gets to be with you and alot of the time when he’s fucking you he’s just staring at you. In awe.

Jack Off(masturbation headcanon)

Lee’s always got a hand down his pants lol. He loves to masturbate. He loves when you watch him stroke his cock. He wants to watch you play with yourself too. It’s a whole thing.

Kink(one or more of their kinks)

Peg him. Also- mommy kink. Yes. Lowkey might have a thing for breastfeeding/titsucking. He just thinks your’re the most luscious woman he’s ever met…and yeah he does lowkey have mommy issues.

Location(favorite places to do the do?)

After fucking and being fucked on the side of the road or in dirty bathroom stalls, he really just loves having sex in the safety of your apartment. In your big cozy bed or the comfortable couch.

He also likes it when the two of you go camping or stargazing and he can fuck you under the night sky, with only the stars at witnesses.

Motivation(what turns them on? Get’s them going?)

You and that teasing little smile you give him. The one where your canines look like fangs. The one that's usually followed by coy barely there touches and feather light kisses. Yeah. All it takes is a smile.

No(something they wouldn't do? Turns off’s)

He doesn't want to hurt you. He’s hurt so many people before. He can't do anything past mild choking and spanking. He WON'T.

Oral(preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc?)

He loves it. Both giving and receiving. But he just feels so good when hes between your thighs. He’s your pretty boy when he’s sucking on your clit. PLEASE sit on his face.

Pace(are they fast and rough, slow and sensual?)

Lee wasn't used to someone wanting to take their time with him. It almost made him uncomfortable the first time that you slowly ran your hands over his body. Cherishing him. Savoring the closeness to him. Kissing every inch of his skin, not caring about scars or cheap tattoos. It makes him feel flayed alive. He learns to love slow paced, agonizingly tender sex.

Quickie(their opinions on quickies, how often?)

Hell yeah.

Like he gets home from a long day at his shitty grueling job he just wants to quickly fuck your brains out, and then watch one of your shared TV shows before bed.

Or when you’re getting ready for a nice dinner out with your friends, and your makeups done. And your hair is all bouncy and you smell good enough to make his mouth water.

Or in the car before an aquarium date. Lee will take what he can get when ever he can get it when it comes to you.

Risk(are they game to experiment? Do they take risks?)

Loves taking risks in the bedroom. Honestly once the two of you have built that trust between each other, there’s not much you won’t do. Lee’s a Sub leaning Switch(in my humble opinion) and will literally lay back and let you have your way with him. He doesn’t care. There’s no shame in his sex game.

Stamina(how many rounds can they go? How long can they last?)

He can fuck. Over and over. He’s like a rabbit.

Toys(do they own toys? Will they use them?)

Lee’s game. But then again he’s game for pretty much anything. He likes making you writhe on your vibrator, overstimulating you until you're sobbing. Have you made him wear one of your butt plugs to dinner? Yes you have lol

Trips to Sex Shops are frequent, fun affairs.

Unfair(how much they like to tease)

Lee’s a fucking TEASE. He's just too good at playing the game of cat & mouse.

Volume(how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc)

Lee is sooo vocal and you adore it. You’ve never been with a vocal man and he’s such a whiner. He’ll whine and grunt and beg. He’ll dirty talk you to the ends of the earth. He’ll call you Mommy, Pretty Girl, Sweet Heart. Babe. Sexy. It all makes your head spin.

Wild Card(a random headcanon for the character)

Lee wants you to fuck him. Wants you to hold him in your arms and play with his rim. Prostate massages are “awesome babe. Here. Let me show you how to do it”

X-Ray(let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Big thick cock on that twiggy man. A healthy 7 1/2 inches and girthy. The first time you see it your eyes nearly bulge out of your head. You guess its true what they say about skinny tall boys.

Yearning(how high is their sex drive?)

Lee’s a very sexual creature. Like in a primal way. Every interaction can be erotic with him and its honestly a little bit overwhelming to be around.

Zzz(how quickly they fall asleep after)

Lee has his little routine after sex. Cleans the both of you up, half assed sometimes, and then he’s out like a light. No seriously. Lee has been homeless more than a few times in his life(I was exploring. It was by choice! he’d protest when you pointed it out) he’s slept under bridges and in tents and surfed lumpy couches. You and your warm pussy and your lush bed knock him out.

[necstasy]

biting; blood licking; unprotected p n v; fem!r; & LEE MDNI 18+

lee sinks his teeth into your shoulder and the sting is briefly shrouded by the pleasure. you expect the pain to lessen with each rock of his hips into yours. you expect him to only leave a mark and then let your skin be. but the feeling of his teeth only becomes more prominent against your skin, until you’re moaning out uncomfortably.

“lee.” you try to pull your arm away but he holds it down with one hand. his hips are weighted as they press into yours, keeping your stomach flat against the mattress. “lee, what’re you doing?”

you don’t mean to sound as scared as you do, but your voice begins to tremble as hot tears sting behind your eyes. while you seriously aren’t sure about his intentions, they don’t feel lighthearted. he has his teeth dug into you with purpose and it hurts.

he’s scaring you.

lee may be skinny, but right now he’s strong. he keeps you at his mercy until he draws blood, and it’s only then that his grip lessens. he pulls away from the skin on your shoulder with a smack.

“relax, pretty girl,” he tells you, his voice smooth and sweet, yet as heavy as his hips. the image of molasses enters your brain upon hearing it.

“‘m not gonna hurt you.” he kisses the center of your tender skin and then moves the form of affection around to each teeth mark, as if he’s attempting to kiss it better.

he pulls off of you completely and uses his hands on your hips to encourage you to turn around. when you stare up at him with teary eyes, he runs his thumb over your cheekbone and cups your cheek.

“why’re you crying?”

your legs fall back open and lee lines himself up again. you begin to speak around a sigh whenever lee sinks into you.

“it hurts, lee.”

he leans down and presses his lips to your forehead as his thrusts, strong and firm, begin to push you up the bed.

“‘m sorry, pretty girl, i’m sorry. it’ll just leave a little mark, that’s all. let everyone know you’re mine.” his faded pink hair tickles your nose as he turns his head to kiss the mark. there must be blood still trickling out because you feel the warmth of his tongue on the spot soon after.

“that’s what you want, isn’t it? for everyone to know you’re mine?”

you nod without hesitance.

lee grins and you can’t help but mirror it.

“‘atta girl.”

there’s a beat.

“now you gotta give me one. right here,” he lifts a hand to point to his left shoulder. “a matching one.”

sensing your hesitance, he smiles. “c’mon, don’t be shy. here, i’ll make it easy for you.” he presses his palm into the pillow under your head and begins to fuck you with determination.

his hips knock into yours, allowing you to feel the bone of his pelvis as it protrudes. with each thrust, his cock massages against a spot that makes your mouth fall open.

“there we go,” lee distantly praises. he starts to go a little harder, if even possible. a little faster, too, until you’re making an embarrassing amount of noise and, like he wanted, you clamp your teeth down onto his shoulder.

“there we go,” he repeats. “just bite down, baby. you won’t be hurting me. promise.”

when his free hand begins to circle your clit with fast movements, you have no choice but to sink your teeth into lee’s shoulder.

you don’t even know if he was close before, but by the time you’ve drew blood and you’re clamping down onto his dick with the beginning shocks of an orgasm, lee shudders and groans as he cums up into you.

he’s murmuring phrases that you know are intended to bring you both down. he’s collapsed onto you by now, removing the hand from your clit and using it to stroke your hair.

he rolls over, pulling you with him, and circling his arms around your back. he strokes the skin there with short and comforting lines. your teeth are off of his shoulder by now, but you can’t stop looking at the mark.

it lines up on your shoulders, mirrored in nature, and you have the strongest urge to see it in a reflection. you want to see how your marks differ. you want to see the evidence of your identification on each other. you want to fast forward time and see how they’ll heal, as you hope that the marks will stay.

but right now, exhaustion pulls at your eyes. you want to take a shower, but you’re finding it easier to be filthy the longer you’re with lee.

just before you fall asleep, you feel the firm press of lee’s lips against your bite mark, recognize the exaggerated smack of the action, and hear his final praise.

“you did so good for me. getting better and better each time.”

you can’t question his words as your eyes fall closed.

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bones and all (2022) dir. luca guadagnino / possession (1981) dir. andrzej źuławski

[leerealblog]

am i bad? :<

[fragileheartbeats]

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ 𓇼 ࣪ 𝐆𝐎𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐒, 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐄 𓈒ㅤׂㅤ⭒⠀

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀꒰͡ ⠀ ִ 𝑇𝑖𝑚𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑒 𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑙𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑡 𝑥 𝐹𝑒𝑚 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 ⠀ׂ ⠀ ͡꒱

ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ♡ㅤ𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘢𝘥𝘮𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱 𝘺𝘰𝘶ㅤ۫ㅤ𝅄ㅤೀ

— 𝘛𝘪𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘦, 𝘞𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘺, 𝘓𝘦𝘦, 𝘏𝘢𝘭, 𝘓𝘢𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘦, 𝘒𝘺𝘭𝘦, 𝘙𝘦𝘨𝘶𝘭𝘶𝘴 <3

˚꒰🌼꒱‧ Hi there! Before you read this, you should know that English is not my first language. Hope you enjoy!

ㅤㅤ ꣸ ﹒𝆋 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐓 ─ 𓇼 . ♡𝆬

Her skin, a canvas where perfection resides, Her hair, a cascade of silken tides. Her eyes, a mirror reflecting boundless depths, A universe of emotions, where love intercepts. Her voice, a symphony that soothes the soul, Its melody enchanting, making his spirit whole. Her laughter, a tinkling bell's sweet refrain, A melody that chases away all pain. He worships her as a deity of love, His heart surrenders, soaring like a dove. Her presence fills him with a sacred light, Guiding his path through life's murky night. With every breath he takes, her image lingers, An ethereal vision that sets his heart aflutter. Her existence a gift, beyond compare, A masterpiece of beauty, forever to share. He gazes at her with eyes filled with awe, Lost in her radiance, his soul in tow. Her smile, a beacon of hope and cheer, Dispelling darkness, casting out fear. In her embrace, he finds solace and peace, A sanctuary where his worries cease. Her touch, a gentle caress that sets him free, Healing wounds with its tender alchemy. He cherishes her laughter, prizes her tears, For in her presence, his world fills with cheers. She is his goddess, his guiding star, The love of his life, forever near and far. Through life's trials, he vows to stand by her side, His unwavering devotion, a constant guide. For in her love, he finds his greatest worth, A treasure he'll protect with all his heart's girth.

ㅤㅤ ꣸ ﹒𝆋 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐖𝐎𝐍𝐊𝐀 ─ 𔒌 . ♡𝆬

In his heart's embrace, a tender soul resides, A confectioner's dream, sweetened with love's tides. His eyes behold a goddess, radiant and bright, Her every smile, a beacon that banishes the night. Like chocolate's rich aroma, his love fills the air, A fragrant symphony that conquers all care. Each glance from her eyes, a sip of pure delight, Melts his being to a state of dreamy flight. Her voice, a cascade of notes that dance in his ear, A sweet serenade that fills him with cheer. Her laughter echoes, as if bells ring with glee, A celestial chorus, etching her image in his memory. Her skin is as smooth as velvet, so soft to the touch, As if crafted from petals, untouched and unsmirched. Her hair cascades like a stream of molten gold, Ensnaring his heart in its shimmering hold. Her lips, a confection of sweetness, tempt his desire, A tantalizing treat that sets his soul afire. In her embrace, he finds solace and relief, His sugary paradise, banishing all grief. He worships the ground she treads upon with grace, Her every step a dance, a mesmerizing chase. Her smile, a beacon that guides him through the darkest night, Illuminating his path with its radiant light. Her mind is a treasure trove, wisdom flows unbound, Her words like honey, healing every wound. Her intellect captivates, her spirit soars, A paragon of beauty, unmatched in all time's doors. With every beat of his heart, his love grows stronger still, A tapestry of emotions, vibrant and true to fill. He's her devoted knight, ready to conquer all, His love for her, an unquenchable, eternal call. He envisions their future, a sugary delight, Filled with laughter, adventures, and love's gentle might. Together, they'll create memories as sweet as chocolate dreams, A lifetime of indulgence, fulfilling all their whims. Oh, sweet chocolatier, forever under her spell, His heart's desire, a goddess who captivates his soul so well. In her presence, he finds joy, contentment, and grace, An eternal love story, written on time's sweet embrace.

ㅤㅤ ꣸ ﹒𝆋 𝐋𝐄𝐄 ─ 𓇢𓆸 . ♡𝆬

Her every movement, a symphony of grace, Her laughter, a melody that fills his space. He watches from afar, his hunger gnawing, Yearning to possess her, her essence craving. But as reverence turns to possession's lust, He succumbs to a sin, a sacrifice unjust. With each morsel he consumes, her flesh so sweet, His love becomes a horror, a ravenous retreat. He whispers words of adoration as he feasts, His teeth sinking deep, a macabre release. Her eyes, once so radiant, now glazed with dread, As he feeds on her essence, leaving her for dead. In the aftermath, a hollow ache remains, A cruel mockery of the love he feigned. He mourns the goddess he created in his mind, His sorrow a bitter echo, his heart confined. Her bones, once pristine, now a grisly reminder, Of the depravity that love can hinder. He caresses them with trembling hands, a mournful plea, Seeking a connection, a memory to decree. The world judges harshly, their voices a condemning cry, But he remains unyielding, his madness soaring high. For in his eyes, she was not just a mere flesh, But a deity he loved beyond his own death. Haunted by her absence, his spirit wilts, Each passing day, his sanity tilts. He wanders the streets, a pariah outcast, Carrying the burden of his horrific repast. In the depths of his despair, a flicker of remorse, A realization that his actions were coarse. But forgiveness eludes him, his soul forever stained, By the love he destroyed, the life he profaned.

ㅤㅤ ꣸ ﹒𝆋 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐀𝐋 ─ ♕ . ♡𝆬

Her touch, a gentle breeze caressing, Awakening dreams, with blessings blessing. Her laughter, music to his ears, Dispelling sorrows, quenching fears. He led her through the throne room's grace, Where tapestries depicted their embrace. A queen, a goddess, his heart's desire, He'd fallen for her with burning fire. Her virtues, pure as driven snow, Her kindness warmed him, made his soul glow. He worshipped her, not as a mortal maid, But as a celestial being, unafraid. He'd bow his head to gaze into her eyes, Seeing heaven's reflection, a paradise. Her hair, a silken waterfall so fine, Cascading gently, entwined like vines. He'd whisper sonnets filled with fervent praise, Exalting her beauty, a celestial maze. Her smile, a radiant dawn's embrace, A sight that stole his breath, a timeless trace. In hallowed halls, he held her close and dear, His love for her unwavering, crystal clear. He sought her pleasure, her utmost joy, Delighting in her presence, without alloy. The courtly whispers echoed through the halls, Of a king's devotion that shattered all walls. He'd consecrate his realm to her name, His love eternal, an unquenchable flame.

ㅤㅤ ꣸ ﹒𝆋 𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 ─ ⛥ . ♡𝆬

Her presence, a perfume, sweet and ethereal, A celestial melody, soft and ethereal. Her voice, a symphony, enchanting and pure, A tender whisper that his every desire lures. Her eyes, a universe of dreams unfurled, Where constellations dance and stardust's whirled. Their gaze, a spell that binds him forevermore, A love profound that knows no bounds nor shore. Her touch, a brush of paradise on his skin, As if a seraph's touch had come to kin. It sparks a flame within, a fire that burns bright, An ardent devotion, day and darkest night. He marvels at her wisdom, deep and true, Her spirit, soaring like an eagle's view. Her grace and poise, a celestial art, A masterpiece of nature, a treasure from the start. He sees not flaws, but only radiant light, A goddess descended from celestial heights. His heart, her temple, where he offers his all, A sanctuary of devotion, an eternal thrall. In her embrace, he finds solace and rest, A sanctuary where his weary soul is blessed. Her laughter echoes through his world like a chime, Dispelling shadows, restoring hope sublime. With every glance, his love grows stronger yet, A tapestry woven with threads of pure delight. He sings her praises, a poet's soul unfurled, For she is his goddess, the jewel of his world.

ㅤㅤ ꣸ ﹒𝆋 𝐊𝐘𝐋𝐄 𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐁𝐋𝐄 ─ ♬ . ♡𝆬

In his eyes, she was a goddess fair, Her presence graced his world beyond compare. Like a beacon in the darkest night, Her love ignited a flame so bright. He adored her every move, Her laughter filled his heart with glee. Her touch sent shivers down his spine, A reminder of her beauty, divine. His thoughts were filled with her allure, Each moment spent with her, he cherished pure. Her smile, a balm for weary eyes, Her presence, a solace, a gentle prize. He danced to her every whim, His heart her captive, forever dim. Her desires, his command, Her worship, his sacred brand. He painted her in vibrant hues,Her eyes twinkled like distant dews. Her skin, like velvet, soft and smooth, He loved her with a passion, uncouth. In his shrine, her image stood tall, A symbol of his devotion, his all. He whispered prayers to her at night, Begging for her constant, eternal light. Her every breath was like a song, Her voice carried melodies that danced along. He would listen for hours, transfixed, In her presence, his soul grew rich.

ㅤㅤ ꣸ ﹒𝆋 𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐔𝐋𝐔𝐒 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 ─ ✉ . ♡𝆬

With each stolen glance, a symphony played, A melody woven from the threads of her gaze. Her ivory skin, a canvas for his desire, A tapestry adorned with embers of fire. Her voice, a celestial choir soaring high, Whispering truths that made his spirit fly. Her presence, a celestial balm, so sweet, A refuge from the storms that raged at his feet. In her eyes, he saw his own reflection, A mirror of his soul's hidden perfection. She held his broken pieces with gentle care, Rekindling a flame that had once burned bright. Her laughter, a sparkling cascade of bliss, Banishing shadows with its ethereal kiss. Her smile, a beacon that guided him through, A radiant sunrise illuminating the true. With trembling hands, he touched her silken hair, Like brushing petals, a touch beyond compare. Her every gesture, a masterpiece unfurled, An endless canvas where his love unfurled. He worshiped her beauty, an eternal vow, A sacred flame that forever would glow. Her body, a temple, a vessel divine, A haven where his soul would forever entwined. Lost in the labyrinth of her embrace, His heart found solace, a tranquil space. She was his muse, his inspiration eternal, His goddess, his guiding star, his celestial eternal.

@ 𝒇𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒔 . 𝐷𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑒, 𝑟𝑒𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑡, 𝑜𝑟 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑠𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑦 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑘𝑠 𝑜𝑛 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑜𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑠𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑠.

[theghostinyourwalls]

More blood please

[ginnysgraffiti]

sex, relationship w/ a cannibal, worshipping, 18+

&. LEE x yn.

what would your and lee's first time be like?

- it goes without saying : he would be on top during the first time.

deeply inside, he would actually love seeing you moving desperately against his hips to gain all the pleasure you can get from it. he loves to be submissive, and for this reason he would be insanely addicted towards you riding him as your body pleases, bouncing on him. however, if we talk about the first time, he would definitely be on top.

- it could take him days before he makes the first move on you, or maybe just one. it depends. he would be overly afraid of letting go too much or hurting you. however, sometimes he is so needy that a place between your legs is all he wants and craves for. for this reason, he might 'kindly' jump on you even at the first meeting, making sure to fill you up with kisses before getting rough.

- he can fuck. i mean, over and over. he's like a rabbit. so don't expect him to slow down or stop by himself the first time, because he would do so only if your soft voice begs. sometimes it's stunning how long he can resist.

- lee's a very sexual creature. like in a very primal way, and he expects you to understand him and be ok with it. every interaction before the act turns surprisingly erotic with him. plus, if he really needs to take you to the edge, he would do ANYTHING to let you know. small but very visible hints, mainly physical ones. he just can't hide it, and he doesn't even want to.

- lee would be SOOOOO so vocal the first time, but even all the following times. he would whine and grunt and beg. he would dirty talk you during the act, but...A LOT.

- he's fast. that's it. he's so damn fast, rough and shameless. he isn't used to matching his pace with his partner's or even taking their time with them, so it would take him some time to get used to your preferences or just maintain control.

- no, he would NEVER hurt you during the act. You're his whole life. he would never.

- the first time would probably be in some natural reserves, where he likes to spend most of his nights. he would fuck you hard on the back of his pickup, so the bright and shining stars could be the only witnesses. he would then take you inside, place you on the front seat and cuddle you to sleep on his lap.

- the first time would be unforgettable from any point of view. he's so experienced and risk-taker so he would make sure to be your one and only boy to enjoy it with.

- as written before, he would start with needy and hungry kisses. everywhere. his tattooed hands would overstimulate you well to hear your moans even before starting. it would be the best adventure ever. he would try anything, all in. he would make sure to use his bony finger as best as he can, he would spread your legs like no one else and start with the damage. the real damage. because once he has the green light (and he always wants your permission) he won't stop. he will destroy you in any way possible. then, he would gradually slow down, return to use his fingers and feel you closer and closer.

let's say it, lee is into watching your cum drip your puffy pussy after an intense bout of fucking. really into it.

he watches hypnotized as milky fluid, both his cum and yours, leaks from inside of you. he would worship you as his most precious treasure.

- after the intense and damaging act, he would make sure to massage every sore part of yours and kiss it softly, that's his way to apologise for being too rough.

- finally, lee would collapse on your chest, kissing and cupping your breasts. he just loves your breasts, he's badly addicted. he would bite your nipple, his finger playing with the other one in the meantime, while every sweat drop of his connects with yours.

- lee would definitely fall asleep with his cheek rubbing against your breasts, listening to your heartbeat and letting himself be rocked, while your fingers gently run through his dark red curls.

[her-favorite]

consumption; lee

lee x f!reader

warnings: cannibalism (it’s b&a, obviously) - do not read if you’re triggered about this subject and/or sensitive to this content!!! also before anyone says anything, i obvi do not condone cannibalism (i’m only saying this bc there’s a lot of stupid ppl on this app that take things the wrong way!!!!!) this is just a fanfic and i find the ‘cannibalism being a metaphor for love’ thing fascinating.

wc: 1247

a/n: this is short (and my first lee fic!! i love him sm, there needs to be more content for him on here - and everywhere tbh) but this idea has been in my mind since i first watched bones and all (FANTASTIC movie btw)

summary: consumption; the act of consuming, as by use, decay, or destruction.

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This ringing wouldn’t stop in your ear.

It began in your right, only to circle around and plague your left. You weren’t sure when it had started but you quickly grew agitated with the sound. Increasing in volume as seconds went by, it seemed to follow the rhythm of your heart. You only caught onto that once your body had fallen to the floor.

You felt (and heard) the violent crack as your head collided with the wooden surface… but that ringing was back again. It was the only thing you could focus on.

Louder, louder, louder.. quiet.. louder..

It would fade and then come back full force, almost like it was teasing you. It wanted you to move, to make it stop because it knew that you wouldn’t be able to.

You tried to move your arms, but you couldn’t. You didn’t know why or what was holding them down, but your body knew better than to fight it.

Hot.

What is that? Your head turns barely until it lets your eyes search the floor beside you. Red. Everything was red; coated, covered. What is that?

Your hands wouldn’t allow you to touch it. Your heart began to quicken. Was it going to burst out of your chest? What’s happening?

Ringing.. louder..

Click. Creak. Click.

“Baby, I’m home!” Lee. Your lee, he was home. How long had it been since he left? An hour? Five? A day? A year?

“Love?” His voice always made you swoon. The way the letters slid off of his tongue makes goosebumps form on your skin no matter how many times he says it. His heavy footsteps sound across the floor as you faintly hear a bag being placed onto the ground.

Your eyes fight to stay open as your lover searches for you, only to close once he finds you. “Holy shit,” had you been completely conscious, you would’ve breathed out a laugh at his shocked state. But you were in no place to tease. “Y/N? Hey, hey, Y/N,” you were sure bruises were going to form on his bare knees as he throws himself to the floor to kneel beside you. Always putting your health before his, something you knew would get him into trouble at some point. He always said that it didn’t matter as long as you were okay.

“No, no, Y/N,” Lee’s hand reaches forward and rests on your cheek. “Open your eyes, baby, please,” vulnerability came easy to him when he was with you. He trusted you, he was yours. He had nothing to worry about with you, nothing to hide. So why hide this side of him from the person that matters most to him?

Obeying him as much as you could, your eyelids flutter some before you can get them open. A sigh of relief left his soft lips in response. His opposite hand reached up, but hesitated, noticing the puddle of blood pouring from underneath your head.

“We need to get you up, sweetheart. I need you to sit up for me, okay? I need,” he chokes, swallowing dryly as his eyes take in the devastating sight in front of him: his lover frozen on the floor, barely conscious, bleeding profusely.

“No,” the first word you’ve spoken since he left.

“No? Wha.. what? Y/N, love, you need to sit up.” He argues, desperation quickly filling his voice. “Please.” Lee retracts his hand immediately once he sees you shut your eyes and open your mouth in a silent scream when he ghosts his fingers over the back of your head.

The ringing was back.

Is it in your left ear or right this time? You couldn’t tell.

Your heart was thumping faster than you remember. Boom, boom, boom, boom.. blood in your ears, ringing, ringing, ringing..

“Y/N? Y/N! C’mon, love. I’m right here, come back to me.” Lee pleads and begs as he watches you drift, leaning down and pressing his head against your chest. Endless tears stream from his gorgeous eyes, soaking your shirt through.

“Eat me.”

Lee heard the ringing this time. It was in his left ear before his right, then he felt his heart pounding against his chest, fighting to get out.

“No. No, Y/N,” he moves back up to look at you, shaking his head harshly. “Are you fucking insane? I can’t,” a sob escapes his mouth, cutting himself off. He felt sick, disgusting.

“It was always going to end like this, Lee. You know that.” Your voice was a whisper, but it was just loud enough for your lover to hear. “Eat me, have me, I’m at your disposal,” as you spit out any words you could think of, you barely registered the way Lee was begging you to stop. Sobs raked his body as he leaned against you, skin hot and red. His body shook in despair, his head shaking back and forth, never once contemplating your offer.

“Stop, stop, stop, stop,” it was a mantra falling from his lips, beseeching you to do so. Flinching when he felt a cold hand press against his cheek, he looked up at you to be met with his reflection- tears cascading down your cheeks, the sound of your heart beating sickly fast, and those half-lidded eyes. Those alone he could see your pain in.

“I’m begging you, baby.” He couldn’t help a sob leave his throat at the name, silently cursing himself for thinking- knowing it’ll be the last time he’ll ever hear it. “Eat me, Lee. Please.”

And how could he ever say no to you?

It was foreign, the way his teeth dug into your skin. It wasn’t right, it wasn’t what he wanted. What he wanted was to come home to you lying on the couch and joining you, playfully annoying you with his kisses and touch. He didn’t want this; he didn’t want you lying on the floor of your shared bedroom, blood pooling underneath your body as he consumed you fully. Utterly. Desperately.

Your screams pierced his ears, that same ringing coming back to haunt him. He knew he was going to be hearing your pain-filled noises when he lies awake at night. Never will he sleep again; he could never without you. He vowed to himself that he would protect you, take care of you… the thought made him feel sick. It was fucking revolting to be doing what he was doing right now. Fucking gross and wrong and vile and fucking disgusting. He thinks with such anger as he devours you, love and utter desperation coursing through his veins.

There was nothing else so intimate than being ingested by your lover, filled with their purity and essence. Lee felt himself become one with you as he holds you, obeying the last order that you had given him.

The moment he feels you grow cold, he stops. He watches the way the light leaves your eyes and the way your expression disappears, like it had never been there in the first place. The last thing you had seen was your lover consuming you, taking you for what you begged to be: his last meal. Because who could continue on without their other half?

Lee lied beside you as his skin broke and peeled, pleading to be set free. He let it take him as his hand took your cold one.

He was yours, and you his. Now you were both truly connected.

Entirely.

[ginnyluvstimmy]

[iwasborn-hungry]

timothée chalamet as lee in bones and all (2022)

[necstasy]

mentions of cannibalism; GN!reader & LEE MDNI. from this request

he’s sitting at the foot of the bed with his arms dangling between his legs. he’s staring straight ahead, the heel of his sneakers tapping against the floor rapidly with the way his leg is shaking.

you’re standing off to the side with your back against the wall. watching. observing.

observing the way the adrenaline is still working its way through his body. observing the way his hair is skewed as if hands have been in them, and his lips look a little swollen. both your doing from before. before he went out and came back like this.

his hands and clothes are covered in blood, some smeared across his face as if he’d attempted to haphazardly clear himself of the substance. you know he did. he knows you won’t kiss him when his mouth is all red, safety precautions and all.

although he’s wearing another down to his insides, he’s covered in you in the ways that matter. your perfume still lingering on his skin. a hickey, your own art, sucked into the side of his neck. a shirt you’d bought for cheap a few years ago covering his arms and back, opened in the center to reveal his star wars tee soaked in blood.

you thought he would have been too out of it to notice your ogling. but he notices you and speaks without turning his head.

“you gonna c’mere?” he asks, his voice a little hoarse like it usually is after he eats.

you hum, push your back off the wall, and move towards him.

he just stares up at you, his eyes a little wide and slightly scary. they would be scarier if you didn’t know lee. if you didn’t love lee.

he doesn’t reach for you until you raise the collar of your shirt—the one he wears—and wipes at his lips. the bottom one tugs to the side as you do, but lee sits there and lets you maneuver him however you please. then, his hands settle on the back of your thighs, he pulls you to straddle him one by one, and only when you’re sitting on his lap does he leap forward and press his lips to yours.

[degenderates]

Bones and All (2022) dir. Luca Guadagnino // The Girl Aquarium by Jen Campbell

[drownersicons]

[fragileheartbeats]

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ 𓇼 ࣪ 𝐌𝐘 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐘 𓈒ㅤׂㅤ⭒⠀

꒰͡ ⠀ ִ 𝐷𝑎𝑟𝑘 𝐿𝑒𝑒 𝑥 𝐹𝑒𝑚 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 ⠀ׂ ⠀ ͡꒱

♡ㅤ𝘏𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝅄ㅤೀ

In the depths of my haunted mind, I writhed in restless agony, my gnashing teeth a constant torment. My tongue danced fitfully within my aching mouth, mocking its own inadequacies. Emptiness gnawed at me, an insatiable void that screamed for fulfillment. Violence swirled within my soul, a tempestuous torrent threatening to burst its feeble confines.

And then, there was you. Your every breath, your every gesture, became an addiction that consumed me. They had warned me against feeding the beast within, yet I had allowed myself to be drawn so close that the lines between predator and prey blurred.

Your hands, once delicate and untouchable, now tantalized me. They were forbidden fruit, yet I longed to sate my hunger with their soft, yielding flesh. I reached out, my fingers tracing their contours with a yearning so intense it threatened to ignite my world into a fiery inferno.

As dusk approached, I paced outside your home, my breath ragged, my body tense. Would you welcome me with open arms or send me scurrying into the night? I longed to stumble through your hallway, delirious and cold, and collapse in the kitchen, the tiled floor a stark reminder of my depravity.

With trembling hands, I knocked on your door. It creaked open, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still. There you were, standing in the dim light, your eyes meeting mine. In that instant, I knew my fate.

I stepped inside, my body melting onto the cold tiles. I asked you to put the kettle on, my voice a hoarse whisper. You hesitated for a moment before moving towards the kitchen. I could hear the clatter of cups and the hiss of boiling water, and it filled me with an indescribable sense of calm.

As night descended, I watched you move around the kitchen, your every action a symphony of unspoken words. Your lips parted slightly as you sipped your tea, and I couldn't resist the temptation to count my teeth, each one a razor-sharp reminder of my nature.

'Will you taste my skin?' I asked, my voice almost a plea. 'Will you let me do the same?'

You looked up, your eyes wide with a mixture of fear and desire. I saw the hesitation in your gaze before you finally nodded.

And so, I rose and approached you, my body moving with the precision of a predator. My hands reached for your neck, and I felt a surge of ecstasy as I sank my teeth into your soft flesh. Your blood filled my mouth, warm and sweet, and for a moment, I was at peace.

Death would approach, not as a harbinger of doom, but as a cherished companion. It would be the pinnacle of my perverse symphony, the ultimate release from the torment that had haunted me for far too long.

In the depths of that forbidden night, as darkness enveloped us, I would feast upon your flesh. Your screams would become a melody, a symphony that danced upon the edge of madness. And as your life ebbed away, I would finally find solace in the embrace of the one I so desperately craved.

@ 𝒇𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒔 . 𝐷𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑒, 𝑟𝑒𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑡, 𝑜𝑟 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑠𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑦 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑘𝑠 𝑜𝑛 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑜𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑠𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑠.

[creekbeds]

Bones and All (from page to screen) dir. Luca Guadagnino 2022